The evening session begins.

Making dinner was a real challenge for Michael. Mistress Alex kept changing the intensity of the vibrations, and it kept Michael off balance. It didn't help that his erection was at full mast and bumping into the counters, sending a jolt through him each time it touched. He was entirely focused on preparing dinner, but if he had glanced over to where Mistress Sarah had been sitting, he would have observed a goddess pleasuring herself until she left the living room to prepare for later. When Michael was done with dinner, he looked up, and Mistress Alex was again sitting on the sofa. He hadn't caught that she was gone. She made her way to the kitchen and saw the table was set for two. Everything was nicely put together, and the food was carefully laid up. She gave him a sad smile, took his plate, and put it on the floor.

"Slaves don't sit at the table with their betters." She put the plate on the floor and, with her heel, mashed everything on the plate together, ruining the careful arraignment. Lifting her heel, she made Michael lick off the food stuck to it. They ate in silence, but Mistress Alex kept changing the vibrations of the cock ring, which always caught him off guard, and when the dinner was over, there was quite a mess on the floor around Michael's plate. She looked at the mess disapproving.

"You're such a slob, ****. Haven't anyone taught you any manner?" Michael somehow felt ashamed.

"I'm sorry, Mistress."

"You know what to do, clean it up." Michael was about to get up when Mistress Alex stopped him with her heel.

"No, you misunderstand. You made the mess, so lick it up. We can't have food go to waste." Michael was speechless. That was so humiliating, but he did it.

Sarah was reveling at that. She never thought he would do it, but she saw how flustered he became, and again, satisfaction rose inside her. She got up and announced to him.

"Finish cleaning up, **** and find me in the bedroom."